We ran around with cameras in the sand pits with our good friend Wookie and his K/5 Blazer and PE250 for a feature in the latest, Issue 024. We've prepared the featured images (and some outtakes) for you to share on instagram.

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"I remember when we pulled in for breakfast in Port Allegany and she came over to greet us. There was an immediate shift in energy. To this point, we were all silently asking what we’d gotten ourselves into. It had been two days and when we took our helmets off, I could see it on Greg’s face and in Mike’s blank stare. I could hear it in my team's whispering of doubts back in NH. Here’s what I learned most from traveling 10,000 miles into the American West over 37 days: I didn’t really know what I was doing."

More than one fellow motorcyclist looked at us cross-eyed. Actually, they all did. We decided to take a couple oddities – two Ural sidecars – out of their crates and push them deep into the American West.

It’s a romantic notion we all dream of; loading up your steed with only the essentials and heading west for landscapes and run-ins with random saints and sinners. There’s something about self-inflicted struggle we’re used to here in the Northeast – so we forsook the comforts of traction control, heated grips, and cruise control. Instead, we opted for the next best thing to traveling via stagecoach: the utilitarian and free-spirited nature of the Russian sidecar. Blended with our own mixture of grit and simple ambition, we set out to chase the western sun for just over a month.

Enjoy these beautiful extras captured by contributing photographer Jenny Linquist as we made our way through Wyoming and Montana backcountry (on phone? Turn sideways for full effect).

"Broad, wholesome, charitable views of men and things can not be acquired by vegetating in one little corner of the earth all one's lifetime."

- Mark Twain

Enough Saturday-night bar hopping. It's time to let the motorcycle change you once again. Grab your copy of the book we put together documenting our trip and leave it where you can thumb through it every day - until you finally book your own. It's part Pirsig, part overland, part nuts.

We have a saying around here that pertains to Walt Siegl. It's WWWD, or "What would Walt do?" We use it a gauge of quality. A unit of measurement. It has yet to lead us astray. His keen eye for aesthetic beauty and relentless pursuit of quality is a principle most anyone in the creative world can commend. He's calculated, deliberate, and discerning with the platforms he chooses to work with. He's not one to hang it in the breeze or to throw a wrench on any-old-thing that rolls through his doors in Harrisville, New Hampshire. This time, he's set his sights on the 2015 MV Agusta Brutale 800. The Bol d'or, named after the French endurance race of the same name, is a perfect compliment to the bikes Walt has built thus far.

This bike is rare, and MV's uncertain future has the potential to make it even more so, but Walt plans to keep building the Bol d'or as long as they keep rolling off the line in Italy. If you have the means, get in line. If you're one of the lucky few, hold on tight. Here's to hoping MV Agusta isn't relegated to the history books, even if just to see more of these beauties lighting up the streets and dominating the track.

In the following pages, Walt walks us through the build of the Bol d'or, from conception to completion, explained in detail in his own words...